Yeah, and I’m breathin’ out loud 
Wake up with 20 pies on the ground
I’mma have a hundred feet Jeeze on me right now 
Yeah the very last week, cost me eighty thuds
Light green, I don’t do the tight jeans
I’m from The Bay, I got rich off ice cream
Mouth piece make your girlfriend cash out
Tacked out in an old school glass house
Yeah while I’m out in Miami 
Big house, boats, drive girls on canny 
When I hit the airport, TSA don’t scam me, 
Eight zip skill when the girl got baggy 
Real street money, ask if she’s marry 
But he got a pie from me
I’m playin’ on the radio and they listen to PEN 
They just try to take my life, I just try to gettin’ in 
Touch pound, celebrate when they touch down 
Ooh girl, she a real like bust town 
Free girls, get dirty for the first time 
If they ready, I’ma pull out late night 
Rain night falls, rollin’ stones 
But she don’t bring bread, I know that hoer 
Sac town girls, on tour all night 
Them sanarosis girls be too damn fine 
I had a girl shine in town, fake deeper 
Pussy smell worst in the air, got liquor
She wouldn’t break better without fake that 
I can’t lie she really got me real great 
When I rise to the bed I take two to the face 
I move ‘em out the stake, get 2, to that fake 
Talkin’ bout click, that’s another number 
Baby girl, want to dig without a robber 
I’m on jeep wine, I’ll wine above ‘em 
Bring me and let me trade, no jig, cake butter 
Burn, put your bitch on the strip hon 
I still grow wee, we use to strip ball 
Street money x 2 
Ball around and act like we don’t need money 
Got bitch at the ho and got weed money 
This the street money 
Street money x 2 
Ball around and act like we don’t need money 
Got bitch at the ho and got weed money 
Ain’t no time for this man 
Hundred bad boys 
This cooki shit is  real life style 
You know what I’m talkin’ bout?